The Unbiased hand.

The fingers upon the unbiased hand

Point in the direction of the fairest maiden.

Like a corrupt compass that only points to the hearts' desire.

 

The girl takes the unbiased hand and joins it with her own.

Wraps the gentle velvet digits to the bone.

In that moment the rain pauses,

Frozen in the midnight air.

 

Years fall upon the unbiased hand;

It withers with age like the wondrous rose,

Thorns and all.

Yet the sister hand remains intwined.

 

Old men prophesied that our hands, and hearts,

Shall remain conflated until the end of time.

Heart for a heart;

Soul for a soul.

 

The once unbiased hand is forever yours to hold.